Daily Tot 4/7/22

Hey there, it's AG with another poem for National Poetry Month! This time I REALLY branched out, on the poem prompt generator I got the word waitress, and I made this...

The Waitress

The waitress brought us our food

Politely, delicately, placed on the table

There was something about the note-taking or listening

Or maybe it was the food that was glistening

But something just stood out that time

That time when everything changed

I never went to a restaurant again

I never ate from the plate of others' cooked

Why? You may ask

But I have no clue

But something about the waitress

There was something about her

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I don't even know the meaning of this poem, so feel free to comment your interpretation!

A few minutes later:

I just realized when I was younger I ran into a waiter and their plate hit my head and apparently it went deeply inside my forehead (I don't remember it thankfully), and there's still a scar to this day (I thought it was natural! But no, I was running around a restaurant...). Could that be the cause of this poem?